Join us each week for the best in writing and fellowship. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields herds this merry group of Kool cats, with a weekly photo prompt and a reminder to: play nice, be respectful, and do your best work. Flash fiction at its best! Write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end. This week’s photo is provided by Jennifer Pendergast. Find the other other stories and more details on Addicted to Purple.
Note: So as not to impact the reading, I’ve included a note at the end…
(100 words, exactly)
And on you will travel, the voice murmured.
Towards the light, into the light, let there be light!
The voice– soft as the late spring breeze it came on, pulled her gently, whispered in her ear.
“I have a dream!” His voice rang with conviction and pride.
Listen to him; take his hand, it urges.
You have lived your dream, and followed a mighty path. The journey is not over; the path has simply taken another turn.
The breeze fluttered across her eyes, her sacred lips and heart, down to her feet.
On you will travel, blessed woman of words.
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“Look where we’ve all come from … coming out of darkness, moving toward the light,” she once said. “It is a long journey, but a sweet one, bittersweet.” Maya Angelou
It’s true: we come out of the darkness of our mother’s wombs and work towards the light, for the rest of our days. We each come out of our own dark places, and work towards light. It is all part of the journey. Maya Angelou was a source of enormous inspiration to me, from the day I read I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, my senior year of high school, and she will continue to be, until I too reach the light. Her splendid words, her grace and dignity– in the face of so many life experiences, and her enormous wisdom and compassion. To listen to, and watch (because, when she spoke, you could barely take your eyes off her) Maya Angelou recite a poem, or a reading, or a thought– was to stand in the light.
This morning, when I read that she had died, I wept. I truly, and fully wept. When I saw the prompt for this week, the first two line of this story came to me… immediately. There are so many quotes I have borrowed from this wise woman, but the one I try to remember, and use the most: “It’s not about you.”
zikhronah livrakha, May her memory be a blessing. Maya Angelou, April 4, 1928- May 28, 2014
And so, it is.
Take a moment and listen to Maya Angelou recite her incredible poem, Phenomenal Woman. (Courtesy of Oprah.com)
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